MC Frontalot

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Marrying the interests of geekhood (Star Wars conventions, e-mail scams, 20-sided dice) with funky beats and hyper-literate rhyming, Nerdcore Hip-Hop is rap for the kids who were never cool. MC FRONTALOT is the star of the genre. See frontalot.com.

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Biography

In late 1999, MC FRONTALOT pioneered the subgenre of rap music called Nerdcore Hip-Hop, a once harmless movement that has metastasized into an internet phenomenon. Nerdcore's live-audience draw grows yearly, with acts such as Frontalot, MC Chris, MC Lars, and Optimus Rhyme filling increasingly larger venues on national tours. Damian's independently produced MC Frontalot tracks have earned a devoted audience and his first retail album Nerdcore Rising (released Aug 2005) is in its third printing and has been featured on the front page of the iTunes site. He is the official rapper of Penny Arcade (net’s most popular comic with 3.5 million daily readers) and headlines at their annual convention to an audience of several thousand.

MC Frontalot has been featured in XXL Magazine, The Guardian (UK), and Wired News Online, on NPR’s “Day to Day,” CBC’s “Definitely Not the Opera,” WNYC’s “Brian Lehrer Show,” and Pacifica Radio’s “Technology Bytes.” He is slated to appear in Wired Magazine (Sept ’06), on “Whatever” (Channel 4, UK) and “Barrio 19” (MTV Europe), and in the book Walk This Way: A Shadow History of Hip-Hop in White America by Jason Tanz (Bloomsbury Press, Feb ‘07). His first contribution to Sesame Street is a song about a toilet paper factory, featured on the DVD “Elmo’s Potty Time” (Aug ’06).

A documentary feature about his 2006 national tour is in the works from Vaguely Qualified Productions (New York) and is expected in late 2007.

He towers over small hedges and ferns at a mighty 6’1.

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Yellow Lasers

Written By: MC Frontalot

met her at the star wars conventiondid I mention, she was looking for love?had to call her bluff, lady you don't mean how that sounded(the thousand-pound dude in the 'no fat chicks' shirt's astounded)thought she'd take it back, revoke, rescind, rewind, retractya heard me, she said, I want any man hereto descend in the cave where you conquer the fearand I'll steer you to side of the force that you choosesomebody's man enough here -- now who?This girl, now you have to understand,would not look out of place on the arm of an attractive manso the geeks in attendance got jaws on the floor, one extends hissaber but he tripped on his cloak, I stepped to the front then I spokeI ain't spitting game, look I got a wookie hat on,but these guys here are used to gettin' spat onby girls, see you put em in shock.And this ain't the right con to quote mister spockbut it's highly illogical to me. Girl looked in my eye, said is your mind free?

Cause I got something for youit is shiny, it is cleanCome on up and I'll adore youwith my yellow laser beam

sitting in her room upstairs,watching her wind up the buns in her hairI declare that I'd like to be luke,unless that's a little bit too perverted for youI could be jaba, a jawa, an ewok, when we talk "oo ga la gee bla!"wait -- I seen all the flicks, all the books that I read,don't remember any character tied to the bedbut that's all right, I'ma just pretend that I'm encased in carboniteand why that's a nice gold bikini, you make that?shows off what you got, make no mistake that'sone fine view of chewbacca you're giving melower that down here, we could be living thelinguistic lifesyle of the protocol droid.(Here comes the part where I'm not overjoyed)Fire! She said, and before I could screamgot a steaming mouth full of yellow laser beam

Indier Than Thou

Written By: MC Frontalot

I'm so indie that my shirt don't fityou wonder out loud 'frontalot yo why you come so ill-equipped?'because being all prepared to get on the mic is selling outand I ain't even about to relinquish indie cloutI look confused, like I just got out of bed,my rhyme style reflects thisuse my overdeveloped sense of irony to deflect dis-missiles, exploding all around meunpromoted, don't know how you found mesoundly situated in obscuritylandfamous in inverse proportion to how cool I amand should I ever garner triple-digit fansyou can tell me then there's someone I ain't indier than

(he's so indie) indie I beain't an obscurer rapper out there who be indier than me(he's so indie) indie, and how!come not near to me; for I be indier than thou(he's so indie) indie indeedif I were on an indie label you could call me mainstream(he's so indie) indie I amall the better for the frontalot to leverage his brand

delving deep into my letterbox when I discoveredfanmail for MC FRONT, it kinda hoveredbefore my vision, I made a decision to open it upit said "yo frontalot, you suck!"oh whew, I was worried for a second that I'd started to earn loveseeing all my indie points burned upnext you know I'm meeting pop stars in stretched carsdoing the soundtrack for the wendy's tie-in with jar jarpaying rent on time, owning things,suing napster with my best friend stingit's like a nightmare (yep) cause that ain't nerdcore (nope)yes I'm indier than thou within my nerdcore flowand if you're slow on the uptake, I'll lay it outhipsterism is a religion to which you gotta be devoutmust be seen as in between unpopular and hatedor else get excommunicated

Message No. 419

Written By: MC Frontalot

it was just like a scene in an intrigue filmand I'm still not convinced that it wasn't for real

This isn't intended for me, I don't think.It's a missive from the edge of despair, I mean brinkof total desperation; the communication thereinsays her hopes for survival are slimand she's writing to the Front, though we've yet to meet,with a confidential matter cause she's heard I'm discreet.And the urgency of her request for my aidis matched by the depth of the trust she displayed."Don't betray me like our oil minister did, staged a coupand I'm about to flee Nigeria soonbut I'll never make it out," she says, with twenty millionthree hundred twenty thousand US dollars that are still inher possession. She embezzled them, I guess.Look, I don't really know her so uh... that's none of my business.She's the LADY MARYAM ABACHA, deposed.These days can't even get her caps-lock key unfrozebut yo, something 'bout a widow in distress(with 20 million dollars hidden in a metal chest)softened up the Frontalot's heart no doubtso I hit the reply button, tell her I can help her out.

She writes me back: DEAR FRONTALOT, UNITED STATES...she acts so thankful. A bank full of money awaits!And I hate delays so I'm quick to turn aroundwith my full name and the number to my checking accountand the scan of my license to drive an automobileand my passport number proving Frontalot's for real!Then I'll meet the money in Stockholm, ain't gonna walk home,think I'll retire to the south of Spain and sip gazpacho.Not so quick, there's a little problem.LADY A apparently had difficulty running all themnumbers I give her, but look, the fake ID's my only oneand that's a real passport, I got it off usenet and checked,I'm not dumb. I'm not some idiotwho's about to lose your money for you, quicker than I'm getting itand of course my bank balance is negative, whose isn't?That's why I need your 20% money laundering commission.And I'm wishing I could talk about this further with you but I can't.I just got an email from DR. UBUGU of Chad.He's got a hundred and seventy-seven million in a bag.I feel I got to help him 'cause his story is so sad.

it was just like a scene in an intrigue filmand I'm still not convinced that it wasn't for real